Consider the Giraffe

The giraffe walks around all day,
His head up in a cloud.
He never says a word,
Well, at least not one out loud.

From way up there on high,
He can see all of the sights.
You have to pity a giraffe
Who’s deathly scared of heights.

He has two little knobby horns;
Though I’ve not heard it said,
I think that they were put up there
So he won’t bump his head.

He has some very sharp toenails
That he could use for wrecking,
But he’s no fighter, he’s a lover;
I bet he’s good at necking.


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